And destitute of heav'n-descended thought? Though, slighting the severer rules of art, With choicest cunning is thy descant wrought, If thou to lull the sense neglect the heart, Trust me, advent'rous youth, we suddenly must part." She spoke; conviction follow'd as she spoke: To bend submissive to the servile yoke, The flaunting wild rose decks the crabbed thorn: No more my stricter song must you adorn, Adieu, delightful dreams; ye faery scenes, adieu. VOL. I. SONNET TO SIR JAMES BLAND BURGES, With the following Romance. AGAIN my spirit wakes from deep repose, To guide Thee through invention's milky-way : Nor only shall it charm the village train, THOMAS DERMODY. LOVE'S LEGEND: OR. ARIBERT AND ANGELA. A Romance, in Three Parts. Rien n'est beau que le vrai; le vrai seul est aimable: De tout fiction l'adroit fausseté Ne tend qu'à faire briller aux yeux la vérité. BOILEAU. PART THE FIRST. SAD-swelling on the evening gale The shepherd turn'd in haste around; And as his charge the peasant eyed, Not far from thence, in peaceful state Within his arms the babe he caught "Fair offspring of a sire unknown, "There, next to Angela, expand Fly swift, ye years, on turtle-wing, The years on turtle-wing are past, How often, Florizel, hast thou, Ere Dawn withdrew her dappled shade, Or, when the am'rous marigold Oft, where with silver foot unseen, Didst thou her liquid lab'rinth trace, |